𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄|| 𝐏. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 ||

𝖙𝖜𝖔

CONVINCING my parents to go to a party I already agreed to go to isn't going to be easy. Try telling your black parents that you were going to a house party instead of 'partying with them damn books'. I kid you not, that's my mother's rebuttal every single fucking time. 

"You wanna go where?" Dad squints at me as he leans on the sink.

"A party." I swallow. "I've done all of my homework and I scored the winning basket of my game. I think I deserve a little fun."

"Ask your mother." He sighs.

"Nobody's asking me nothing." My mom says, walking down the stairs and fixing the bonnet on her head.

"Mom, please?" I beg, holding my hands together. "It's a small party at-"

"Party?" She scoffs. "Hell no. You'd better go party with them damn books."

See?

"You're not going to any party with your little-" Momma stops herself before she can say 'boyfriend'. She knows, since she doesn't like to keep her nose out of people's business, but she hasn't told Dad yet. She says she doesn't want to be caught up in that mess and it was my responsibility to tell him. 

"Her little what?" Dad opens the fridge and grabs some grapes.

"Her little friends." Momma clears her throat. "Who's house is this at, anyway?"

"Liz." I answer, stealing some of Dad's grapes. "You guys know her, it's Mister Toomes' daughter."

"Liz isn't a troublemaker." Dad says. "I doubt her parents would let her have a huge party in her house anyway. It'll be little, like J said."

My mom thinks for a while before she finally comes around. "You coming home at 10, no if buts and maybe's."

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"Jordyn!" I hear my name being called amongst the booming music, and I look over my shoulder to see Anvi waving me over near the DJ station.

"Hey girl." I give her a hug and examine her outfit. "What in the hell are you wearing?"

"You like?" She laughs, twirling around in her shorts and top that barely secures those big ass boobs of hers.

Sometimes I wish I had big boobs like hers, but it's not really ideal for the sport I play anyway.

"How did you get your parents let you go out in this?"

"Girl, I walked out of the house wearing a fucking hoodie." She points to the thick fabric sticking out of a discarded backpack on the ground. "I had to change in the bathroom."

As we dance together with all the other students at the party, I look around and see a bunch of people kissing up on their boyfriends and girlfriends. Some people are practically having sex right there on the wall.